B.M Lewis Poems

The things you do to me,
the desire,
the passion,
the longing,
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Why do I sit here pondering
Over your words,
Over your actions?
Why do I sit here
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How many times do I have to cry before I smile?
How many times do I have to stumble before I fall?
How many times am I gonna rely on you?
You are the best part of me.
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4 years old

She wakes up to a strange noise.
She looks up into the face of a man.
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We are not more than twenty years old.
But young? Youth?
That is long ago. We are old folk,
Our early life cut off the moment we came here.
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We've all heard the story
the one with the lovers
the lovers that are judged
that are forbidden to love
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The burn to my heart,
The flames in my eyes,
The crimson color of my face,
You know I'm tired of your lies.
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I had to sit down
And weigh the pros and cons
of how much influence
you have had on my life
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When you're hurt,
Cry on my shoulder.
When someone is messing with you,
I'll hit them with a boulder.
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What's this?
What do I feel?
Numb, cold, scared….pain
No one else can see it
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